Archie Bunker-Those Were the Days
Dear Archie,
It's best you find your bunker
The world as we know it
Has certainly gone asunder
Political correctness
Don't it make you wonder
If we should be taking names
And writing down their numbers
Oh and Archie,
Lucky now your six feet under
Out of lightenings range
And all the man made thunder
Those were the days
We could laugh like murder
At each other
Goodbye Archie bunker
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